Blood Feast Succeeds, Breaking Through to Dou Ling!

"Boom!"

The moment the phantom images of the Yuantu and Abi swords appeared, that terrifying aura originating from the primal source of slaughter!

It descended like an invisible boulder, ruthlessly crushing the last shred of hope in the hearts of every member of the Jialie clan present in the hall!

The savage grin on Jialie Bi's face froze completely, transforming into endless fear and horror!

Without a single thought of resistance, the moment those two swords appeared:

A chill rose from the depths of his consciousness.

Soul! Flesh!

Everything, absolutely everything, recoiled from those two swords.

An infinite sense of lethality surged into his heart!

He wanted to roar, wanted to order his clansmen to attack, wanted to flee.

But his throat felt as if it were being tightly gripped by a cold hand, unable to emit a single sound!

His body felt as if it were filled with lead; even moving a single finger became incomparably difficult!

It was an absolute awe and trembling that originated from the depths of the soul, a reaction to a higher level of the law of slaughter!

"Hum... hum..."

The twin swords hummed softly, like the whispers of the Grim Reaper.

In the next instant, under the gaze of everyone paralyzed by extreme terror, those two sword shadows—one red and one gray—moved!

It was not a simple thrust or slash, but a transformation into two streaks of light impossible for the naked eye to track!

The blood-colored streak, wherever it passed, stirred up visions of a vast, illusory sea of blood churning.

The wails of countless vengeful spirits poured directly into their marrow!

The grayish-white streak followed a silent, extinguished trajectory, yet it seemed capable of devouring all light and vitality.

Wherever it swept, even the air turned deathly cold!

Fast! Fast to the extreme!

Fast enough to transcend thought, to transcend reaction!

No one could react under this cold, murderous intent.

Their minds went blank, completely losing the ability to perform any action!

No one could see the trajectory of the sword light, not even a lingering afterimage!

They only heard:

"Puff!"

"Pshhh!"

"Shhh!!"

The dull sounds of sharp blades slicing through flesh, tearing through bone, and piercing through bodies.

Mixed with brief, shrill, and distorted screams, it resonated throughout the entire hall like a sudden, violent storm!

Blood bloomed and splattered wildly like eerie red plum blossoms within the brightly lit hall!

Figure after figure, whether they were the formidable elders or the elite guards!

Even the collateral members standing on the periphery attempting to flee, before those two streaks of death.

Were like toys made of paper, fragile and unable to withstand a single blow!

Where the Yuantu sword passed, vitality was severed, and souls were annihilated!

Where the Abi sword passed, all things returned to silence, turning into nothingness!

There was no resistance, no struggle, not even a process!

It felt like only an instant, yet it also felt like a century had passed.

When those two sword lights that froze the soul returned like weary birds to their nest.

Floating quietly beside Lin Chen, unstained by a single speck of dust:

The entire clamorous hall fell into a deathly, absolute silence!

The thick, impenetrable scent of blood rushed forward like a physical force, nauseating to the senses.

Wherever the eye could see, there was not a single figure left standing!

On the floor, on the walls, on the pillars...

Corpses in various postures were everywhere!

Some had a single red mark between their brows, their eyes hollow;

Others had their hearts pierced, their faces frozen in horror;

They hadn't even managed to put up the slightest bit of resistance...

Over a hundred core members of the Jialie Clan, wiped out in a mere one or two breaths!

Completely slaughtered to the last!

Like stalks of wheat harvested by an invisible scythe!

Only Jialie Bi was left for last.

He collapsed onto the ground, his crotch wet, hot, and reeking of urine, yet he remained entirely oblivious.

His eyes were hollow and vacant, tears and snot streaming down his face.

His mouth hung open unconsciously, emitting a wheezing, "Heh... heh..." sound.

What had he just witnessed?

It was hell! It was a demon god! The clan strength he had spent his entire life cultivating and took such pride in.

In a single encounter... reduced to ashes?!

That could not possibly be power possessed by a human!

"Ah!!!"

Extreme terror finally shattered his sanity, and he let out a shrill, inhuman scream.

He scrambled to push himself up, clawing backward on his hands and feet.

Until his spine hit the cold wall, leaving him nowhere left to retreat:

"Impossible, how is this possible, how could such power exist!"

"How could you be a Dou Grandmaster, how could you only be a Dou Grandmaster?!"

"Why?! Who exactly are you?!"

"What grudge do I, the Jialie Clan, have with you?! What grievance?!"

"To put my entire clan to death?!"

"Speak!!"

Jialie Bi acted like a madman, roaring frantically, his voice sharp and grating.

It was filled with despair and confusion.

He desperately searched his memory, yet could not find a single enemy that matched this terrifying fiend before him.

Lin Chen paced forward slowly, stepping into the viscous pool of blood with a faint "pat-pat" sound.

To Jialie Bi, this sound was like the death knell of the Grim Reaper.

He walked up to Jialie Bi, looking down from above at the completely broken clan head!

The gaze beneath his hood was icy, devoid of a single trace of emotion.

"There is indeed a grudge."

A hoarse voice rang out, carrying a hint of faint mockery:

"But that is not the most important thing."

He slowly raised his hand, and the Yuantu Sword Shadow fell into his palm like an obedient pet.

It flickered with a blood-red killing intent.

"What is important is..."

Lin Chen's voice was chillingly indifferent:

"I want you all dead."

"And I, as it happens, am capable of doing so."

The moment the words fell, the blood-red sword light flashed gently.

"Shhh!"

Jialie Bi's frantic roaring came to an abrupt end.

His head soared into the sky, his face frozen in a mask of extreme terror, confusion, and unwillingness.

The headless corpse collapsed heavily to the ground, splashing a spray of blood.

The head of the Jialie Clan, dead!

Lin Chen did not even glance at the corpse, instead taking a deep breath.

To him, that thick, bloody stench was like the sweetest fragrance.

He stood in place, arms slightly spread, as the Blood Scripture operated at full power!

"Hum!"

An incomparably terrifying devouring force erupted from him as the center!

The hundreds of corpses on the ground, whether intact or mutilated.

At this moment, they began to wither away at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Streams of majestic blood-colored torrents and countless twisted, transparent souls!

Like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, they surged in from all directions, pouring frantically into Lin Chen's body!

Such vast and chaotic energy would have long since burst an ordinary Dou Grandmaster apart!

Yet, Lin Chen's meridians had long been tempered to be incomparably tough by the Blood Scripture.

His dantian sea of energy was like a bottomless abyss, greedily devouring it all!

The energy was frantically infused! Compressed! Refined!

"BOOM!"

The barrier of an eight-star Dou Grandmaster was like paper, shattered in an instant!

Nine-star Dou Grandmaster!

But this was far from the end! The majestic energy continued to pour in frantically!

The Dou Qi within his sea of energy trembled violently, its form beginning to undergo a heaven-shaking transformation!

The Dou Qi gathered and compressed madly, and the Dou Crystal began to evolve.

It became more solid and translucent, with profound blood-colored patterns emerging on its surface!

Inside, it seemed as if a small space had been opened up, capable of storing even more vast Dou Qi!

Dou Ling!

Success!